Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.